Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off;
Iach. As slippery as the Gordian‑knot was hard.
Iach. 'Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,
Iach. As strongly as the Conscience do's within:
Iach. To'th'madding of her Lord. On her left brest
Iach. A mole Cinque‑spotted: Like the Crimson drops
Iach. I'th'bottome of a Cowslippe. Heere's a Voucher,
Iach. Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret
Iach. Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'ane
Iach. The treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?
Iach. Why should I write this downe, that's riueted,
Iach. Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,
Iach. The Tale of Tereus, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe
Iach. Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
Iach. To'th'Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.
Iach. Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
Iach. May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,
Iach. Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.
Iach. Clocke strikes
Iach. One, two, three: time, time.